Peep Show

by Isabella Starling

I winked at the girl and clicked a button next to the window. The electric blinds came down in a flash, shielding us from any unwanted, prying eyes. I shifted my attention to the beauty on my floor instead and kneeled down next to her, my fingers gentle as I tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear.​ She looked up at me, those dark eyes filled with nothing but adoration and the desperate need to please. “Did I do g-good?” she stuttered, her full bottom lip jutting out, her eyes begging me to answer in the affirmative. “P-please tell me I was a good girl for you, Miles… P-please, I need to hear it.” I took her chin in my fingers and gently lifted it, staring into her eyes. They looked endless in the dimly-lit room, the chocolate brown of her irises almost black in this light. “I need you to cry,” I told her plainly. “Cry some more for me, you pretty little thing. I want to taste your beautiful tears.”